In the darkest hours before dawn, Guan Wen said goodbye to the big guys. During his visit to Lhasa, he saw a lot, understood a lot, and learned a lot. However, the events are all intermittent and trivial, and I can't figure out the clues, I can't see the ending, and I can't find a solution.

Similarly, the expression on the face of the big man is extremely gloomy.

"I feel really tired sometimes, and the burden on my shoulders is getting heavier and heavier, but there is no way to solve it. If I weren't me, maybe I could close my eyes and wait for death, and push this matter to the next generation of disciples. In fact, there are many people and many things in the world that are pushed back and forth like this, and the final result is that it will not work. Guan Wen, I believe that you are different, in your mind, there must be a hidden key to solving the problem, don't let me down. If you can have an epiphany, call me. The big man held Guan Wen's hand and asked again and again.

The only thing Guan Wen can do is to smile bitterly.

The death of the wind crane and the disappearance of the Eagle Master are enough to show that behind the abnormal incident, there is a net of conspiracy that is quietly opening.

Lhasa is a solemn, pure and holy place, and countless righteous people such as the great people are fighting one after another to defend this holy city. This point especially touched Guan Wen. He was really ashamed of his selfish distractions of always paying attention to Baoling, and in front of the big people of great benevolence, great wisdom, great wisdom, great avenue, and great virtue, he felt that he was extremely selfish and insignificant.

"Goodbye, Master." He bowed deeply to the big guys.

"Take care." The big man smiled and returned the salute, "No matter how late the night is, there is also a time of dawn." ”

An hour later, Pasang drove a pickup truck carrying Guan Wen on the road to Katse.

Basang came with the car that picked up the wise men of the twelve temples of the Five Kingdoms, and with his level, he could not act with the wise men, but waited outside the courtyard of the Red Flame Venerable until he met Guan Wen.

"Looks like the big guys are quite serious about you!" Basan stared ahead, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"Really? I don't think so. Whether it is Tashilhunpo Monastery or Lhasa, for me, it is a hurried stop in my life. When I left Tibet, this qiē vanished. "Guan Wen is very open. He knew that he was not a Tibetan Buddhist, and it was impossible for him to stay in Tashilhunpo Monastery for the rest of his life, even if he was favored by big people, he could only come empty-handed and leave empty-handed in the end.

"Don't want to stay? For the great treasure, for the secret of Mount Nisser?" Basang asked.

Guan Wen shook his head, after all, the big treasure didn't even see a shadow, and he didn't dare to expect too much from it.

"Every one of the rumors about the great treasure and the Tibetan rumors that are circulating in the Katse region of Ri sounds so tempting. I'm willing to bet that some of those travelers from the east and south must have come for the great treasure. I am sure that the great treasure is stored, and for so many years, it is just that no one can open the door to the treasure. Guan Wen, you are a smart person, I really hope to communicate more with you. In fact, there are many truths that are common between Buddhist scriptures and paintings, and we must follow the path of 'perseverance can break through myths'. You are obsessed with painting, I am obsessed with cultivation, just like two wise men, walking on different paths, but in the end, they all end up on the same path, both in order to reach the peak of personal cultivation......" Pasang spoke in a different tone than when he was at Tashilhunpo Monastery. At this moment, he is unfamiliar to Guan Wen.

"Thank you for the appreciation." Guan Wen shrunk his neck and yawned sleepily.

At this time, he needs to take a nap instead of listening to others' reasoning.

"Did you really see the 'Zhizang' in Fenghe's mind?" Bassan changed the subject.

Guan Wen shook his head: "I'm not sure."

Basang turned his face and retracted his smile: "Not sure? What do you mean?"

Guan Wen pondered for a moment before slowly answering: "Basang, you tell me, what are the similarities and differences between the 'knowledge of Tibet' in Tibetan Buddhism and the 'memory of past lives' in Chinese Buddhism?"

Basan thought for a moment and laughed silently.

In his view, as long as these "knowledge of Tibet" and "memories of past lives" are true, then there is no difference between the two, and they are both memory symbols left on the deepest surface of human thought. This proclamation, whether from physical engraving or physiological cellular stimulation, can be translated into audio, video, and pictures, which can be expressed by the carrier to others in the outside world.

The similarity between the two is a kind of memory that "once upon a time really happened but was not really involved in the past".

The difference between the two is that "Zhizang" has a high degree of orientation to xing, which is related to some kind of major event; "Past life memories" are scattered and disordered, and are usually related only to personal behavior.

Baoling and Fenghe are the specific expressions of "past life memory" and "knowledge of Tibet".

"What I'm asking, but what is hidden in Fenghe's head?" Basang sighed faintly, "What has happened in the past few days is more than what has happened in the temple in a year, and if you leave, you will miss the ending of Jingcai, right?" Basang continued to ask.

Guan Wen felt that there was something in the other party's words, so he closed his mouth and listened quietly.

Outside the window, wilderness, slopes, stone mountains, and street signs flashed constantly, and occasionally, the wind horse flags on the houses and the Mani piles outside the door would hurriedly slide in sight.

The dawn of Kaze was coming, Guan Wen rolled down the window, and the cold wind rushed in, sweeping away a lot of his tiredness.

"It's been a long night, but it's a good thing, no matter how long the night is, it will come to an end." He stretched and sat in a comfortable position. At the same time, he remembered the parting words of the big man - "No matter how late the night is, there is also a time of dawn".

"Didn't you notice? To get from Lhasa to Rikhatsei is to go all the way west, away from the direction of the rising sun. The faster the car drives, the farther away from the sun. In other words, we are racing to catch up with the night, away from the light. Basang said.

"Basan, you're a little weird today, what's going on?" Guan Wen turned his head and asked. He saw that the chewing muscles of Basang's cheeks bulged suddenly, and Pingri's gentle and hearty expression was gone, leaving only extreme indifference, and even a hint of hideousness.

"Guan Wen, tell me the secret of the wind crane." Basang said lightly.

Guan Wen frowned: "Why?" You're asking a bit too much, aren't you?"

Basang's rank is not high in Tashilhunpo Monastery, and the secret of the wind crane can only be interfered with by seniors who belong to the level of the Red Flame Venerable and the big man.

"I don't know what you know, but judging from the humble and gentle manner with which His Holiness and the great men have done you, you already know the secrets of Mount Nisser. Come on, tell me—" With a creak, Basang slammed on the brakes, and the pickup truck came to an abrupt halt on the deserted road in the night.

It was really quiet in all directions, and Guan Wen seemed to hear the snoring sound of Basan's lungs expanding rapidly.

"You're a bit of a strongman." Guan Wen said coldly.

"Really?" Basang patted the steering wheel with a contemptuous smile on his face, "Guan Wen, you don't have a choice. ”

Guan Wen reached for the car door and wanted to jump out of the car, but as soon as the car door opened, Basang grabbed him by the throat from behind. Then, a handkerchief with a strange aroma came up, and he struggled twice before he lost consciousness.

When he woke up, Guan Wen felt that his limbs were sore and numb, and he couldn't move up and down.

"Basan—" He remembered what had happened in the car, and screamed first, only to find himself tied to a post, his throat, chest, waist, and knees firmly bound by gray-brown cowhide ropes. Both wrists and ankles were also entangled in two other cowhide ropes, which had been cut into the flesh.

A middle-aged man with a dark face and a thin body walked over, crossed his arms, and stared at Guan Wen.

"Who are you? What about Basan? Where is Basang?" Guan Wen shouted angrily.

"My surname is Tang, Tang Guang." The middle-aged man replied coldly.

"What about Basan? What the hell is he going to do?" Guan Wen sensed that something was wrong, and vaguely felt that he was falling into an even bigger trap.

"Don't worry, after telling the secret in your head, he will come to your rescue soon." Tang Guang's eyebrows were raised, and the two black and blue eyes shot out a strange light like snake eyes. In his left hand, he carried a black rectangular wooden box, half a foot high and one foot square, with the word "Tang" in seal script imprinted on the lid.

"I don't have much to say." Guan Wen said loudly.

He turned his head with difficulty, looked around, and realized that he was in a huge cellar. The height of the cellar is about three meters, and the length and width are almost twenty paces or more. On his left and right sides, there were still more than a dozen wooden pillars, and the pillars were stained with blood, and in some places they had been soaked in old bloodstains.

"You will definitely say that everyone who comes here is like you at the beginning, not afraid of heaven and earth, and must not let go of their teeth. But the result? They all ended up telling the truth. Some people, I reasoned with them, and they recruited; Some people, I put a little pressure on them, and they recruited too; Some people gritted their teeth and carried it hard, and in the end, they still recruited ......"

With a bang, Tang Guang flipped his wrist, and the wooden box automatically expanded left and right, turning into a two-foot-wide tray. Inside the tray, there are gray-brown cowhide mats, on which are inserted forty or fifty iron tools of different sizes, lengths, and thicknesses.

Guan Wen could only recognize seven or eight knives, scissors, needles, hooks, hammers, chisels, etc., and some of them, some of which were bent and twisted, like a nine-in-a-row; Some have hooks at the tips and thorns on all sides, like a miniature version of a mace; Some are snake-shaped, and there is a fist-sized toad head at the top.

"See? These tools are a hundred times more powerful than any polygraph, electric chair, tiger chair. No matter how strong the heroes and heroes come to me, they will become bears. I often sigh, is there really a hero in this world who is not afraid of pain and death? But these things don't seem to have anything to do with you, because you're just a painter, not a Jianghu person, and you're not a hero. I'm willing to bet that if you try any of the tools in the treasure box, you'll confess right away, and you're eager to tell me everything about your mother and son stealing piáoji—" Tang Guang pointed to the tape recorder on the table on the right, "You say, I'll record it, cooperate well, and make sure you're okay." We're all artists, so let's stop fighting and killing, let's discuss it and settle it peacefully, how about it?"

Guan Wen didn't know what to say, he wasn't afraid of death, but he couldn't just die in the cellar in Tibet so inexplicably, and he would be tortured by this ghostly Tang Guang before he died.

"Call Basang, even if I say it, I'll only tell him." Guan Wen said with a wry smile.

"No, no, no, you've missed a chance. Now, you have to say it to the tape recorder, and I'll relay it for you. If you can pass the boss's request, I will kill you quickly; If you're talking nonsense and can't satisfy the boss, then you're sorry, hehehehe......" Tang Guangji laughed strangely, like a night owl foraging for food.

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